Chapter 191

Mechanical system prompts sound throughout the copy:

[The main task of the copy of Ping An Sanatorium has been completed, and the copy is being closed...]

At the moment when they heard this voice, the surviving streamers who were struggling to survive were all stunned.

They were almost overwhelmed by the unexpected joy in front of them, and after hearing the sound of the dungeon closing, they breathed a sigh of relief without exception.

Under the current circumstances, everyone's tasks are difficult, and it has almost become an extravagant hope to accumulate enough points to leave the dungeon in the basic way. At this time, someone has completed the ultimate mainline dungeon and forced the dungeon to close in advance, yes It's a lifesaver for them!

The system counted down in an emotionless voice.

【100, 99, 98...】

What? One hundred seconds?

The presenters were stunned.

This time the countdown to the close of the dungeon will be a bit too long.

However, they thought about it, although this time it was much longer than usual, but after all, it was only a hundred seconds, and it shouldn't be very difficult to live through this period of time.

In the catacombs, the few people who knew the inside story were far from being so relaxed.

To be precise, the moment they heard the 100-second countdown, everyone's expressions changed.

Oops.

You must know that the way they completed the main quest this time is the most dangerous of all the known options...

This is not simply to destroy the balance, but to completely destroy the entire Libra.

No one knows what will happen to the entire copy after all the conditions are met. Wen Jianyan didn't say anything, and they didn't have a chance to ask.

In the circumstances at the time, whether intentionally or just unintentionally, that person had planted a near-blind trust in all of them.

After all, Wen Jianyan was the only one who really deduced the inside story of the entire copy.

Whether it is the letter clues in his hands or the number of props he has acquired, it far exceeds each of them. How much information is exposed and how much information is hidden is all in his mind.

They have no choice but to trust Wen Jianyan's judgment.

However, if you want to ask them, whether they believe that this ritual can create gods, and... if the gods are really successful, can they still leave this dungeon alive...

No one can answer these questions.

To a certain extent, "what will happen after the ritual is completed" has completely exceeded all the knowledge that an ordinary human can grasp. Therefore, they pinned their hope for a smooth survival on the mechanism of the nightmare.

Generally speaking, after the final main quest is completed, the countdown in the live broadcast room is only ten seconds.

If this time is the same as before, then even if they don't know the answers to the previous questions, they can safely return to the system space, or in other words, they don't need to know.

Everyone's heart sank when they heard the one-hundred-second countdown.

This is a signal.

An ominous omen.

It means... they can't leave the dungeon safely and ignorantly as they had hoped before - and what awaits them next is a complete unknown.

【91, 90, 89...】

No matter what the remaining anchors have in mind, time continues icy cold.

The countdown is slowly advancing one by one.

Without warning, the deafening grand bell rang, and the sound waves echoed throughout the dungeon as if it had an entity.

【When - when - when -】

Compared with the previous six times, the bell was so loud this time that it was almost deafening. The anchors had to raise their hands to cover their ears to resist the terrifying sound that made their hearts and souls tremble.

The bell went on without a single pause, and even grew louder and louder with time.

【When - when - when -】

It seemed to be affected by the sound, and the solid ground began to vibrate.

what happened?

This... this has never happened before!

The survivors looked at each other in disbelief, seeing the exact same panic and confusion in each other's eyes.

They were a little unsteady.

"Crack, click."

The sour sound of steel and concrete breaking echoed in his ears, and the ground tilted under their eyes, as if it was being bent by some invisible force.

"You, you look out the window!!!"

Even though it was deliberately concealed, the trembling panic still came out from the prompter's voice, almost changing its tone.

Under his guidance, the survivors looked out the window in unison.

A strange, almost beyond recognition scene appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

The blood-red sky was being devoured little by little, and the place they were in was sticking to the ground in an irresistible trend. They could see the atrium approaching the window, and the pointed top of the chapel was straight. Facing the window, like a sharp weapon embedded in the ground, it was stabbing straight at them.

The countdown continues.

【81, 80, 79...】

The seemingly short dozens of seconds have now almost become everyone's nightmare. The hope that had just been ignited was poured into a basin of cold water and instantly extinguished into ruins.

After the bell rang, all the monsters in the entire dungeon had disappeared, leaving only an empty building shell.

There was a dead silence inside.

A slightly trembling voice sounded:

"Wait, this copy seems to be... bending?"

It's like a straight ruler, bent abruptly, and then bent again, until one end and one end are connected to each other, forming a complete circle with no head and no tail.

[Integrity First] In the live broadcast room.

The excitement and excitement just now had been swept away, and turned to be heavy and depressed.

"I'm going... I felt wrong when I heard the countdown. It seems that this wave is really ready to let them go all the way!"

"Ahhhh, I felt it before! This way of completing the main quest is too extreme! The other methods are not as risky... Sun, this wave of anchors won't really be over!!"

"This is a god! Who knows what kind of thing can be made..."

"I think it's hanging... These tens of seconds of countdown seem to be few, but in fact it's really long, enough for a lot of things to happen."

At the moment when the bell ended, all the people in the catacombs were thrown away from the dark room by a strong repulsion force!

The crowd was thrown into the distance.

Someone's back hit the wall heavily, and the pain and dizziness came together, causing them to lose their heads, and could only be pressed against the wall by gravity, unable to move.

There were various sounds that made the scalp tingle.

As the stones were squeezed and shattered, the passage connecting the catacombs turned into dust and disappeared. Through the empty door frame, you could see the floating stones spinning outside, and the broken blood outside the circular building. Sky.

There was the whirring of the wind in his ears, and Su Cheng was falling.

Suddenly, I felt that I was being pulled by something abruptly, and my body felt as if it was about to be torn apart, but the feeling of weightlessness disappeared.

He managed to open his eyes and found himself hanging by the wall close to the door. If he slipped a step further, he would fall directly out of the door and into an abyss without boundaries.

On the other hand, Wen Jianyan stuck out half of her body from the edge of the wall, holding the prop net in her palm, and her voice was blown away by the wind:

"Grab it!!"

Su Cheng nodded vigorously, grabbed the prop net tightly, the veins on the back of his hands were exposed, and with the strength of Wen Jianyan, slowly and slowly crawled back into the catacombs with difficulty.

He was sweating coldly and panting heavily: "Thank you, thank you."

Wen Jianyan was next to him, shook her head, and was a little out of breath: "It's okay."

Su Cheng raised his eyes and looked in front of him.

His heart sank suddenly.

The direction from the pulpit to the dark room has all disappeared into the huge blood-red sphere - not like neurons, nor like any existence.

The texture seems soft, yet it seems to flow without interruption.

All the high-risk patients disappeared in it, it was like...

A uterus is forming.

This concept emerged in Su Cheng's mind, making him almost frightened by his own thoughts, and his whole body shuddered.

In other words... will the so-called god in this instance be born here?

Su Cheng's scalp was numb, and cold sweat oozes from his palms.

He swallowed, his throat dry as if scratched by gravel.

And these people...

Right in the frontmost VIP seat.

"Where's the piece of paper? Do you still have it?"

Wen Jianyan shouted in the wind.

Su Cheng nodded, and he groped towards his pocket, took out the crumpled kraft paper, and handed it to Wen Jianyan: "Take it!"

Su Cheng looked at the other party.

Unexpectedly, Wen Jianyan didn't seem... not surprised.

Unlike the panic and anxiety of other anchors, he lowered his head, and the expression on his face was extraordinarily flat.

The young man's silver-white hair was swept up by the strong wind, like a hunting banner, and his pale face was drooping, and it looked extraordinarily calm against the strange background, almost to the point of madness.

Soon, he rolled up the kraft paper and stuffed it into his pocket.

Su Cheng was uneasy: "What did you see?"

"It just verified a guess."

Wen Jianyan smiled at him, her eyes narrowed slightly.

"Prove me right."

He raised a finger: "Only the last step left."

Things are going in the expected direction.

If possible, Wen Jianyan will also choose a more stable path.

Extreme, because he had no choice.

Whether it is the "exclusive and shared" mentioned by the six people, or the unexpected "marriage proposal" of No. 05, there is a terrifying implication hidden under each behavior.

Cooperating with any party, there is a great possibility of being stopped... being permanently assimilated into this copy that will never be opened again, losing self-awareness, and becoming a completely crazy member.

He didn't create gods in the first place to complete the main quest.

Wen Jianyan raised his eyes, his eyes fell on the scarlet sphere in the distance, and he waited.

With the rotation of the Ouroboros, the gravity gradually shifted to the opposite direction. The few people who had just been pressed against the wall had to use props to stick themselves to the wall so as not to be pulled into the blood-red sphere. .

However, when others were sticking to him, Wen Jianyan did something that shocked everyone.

He let go.

"...!" Su Cheng Poyin's scream came from behind, but it was all blurred by the wind.

Wen Jianyan didn't look back, but just let himself fall into the scarlet sphere. The depths of his amber eyes flashed with a sharp light, and the curvature of his lips was hidden in the shadows.

Creating gods is not an end.

Slaughter God is.

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